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CXXXIX.
Egw.Still thy loud rage, and hear thou what I know.
Æl.
Oh, speak.
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Like primrose, drooping with the heavy rain,
Last night I left her, drooping with her weere,
Her love the cause that gave her heart such pain.
Æl.
Her love! to whom?
Egw.
To thee, her spouse alleyne.
As is my custom every morn to go,
I went, and oped her chamber-door in twain,
But found her not, as I was wont to do.
Then all around the palace I did seere,
But could, to my heart's woe, not find her any where.
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